On the Go

I'ma go get a bag what you mean
Yea they ain't got nothing on me yea
Yo b keep on calling me yea
I think she want me
F what they say i'm gone do me anyways
F on yo b any day ay yay
I'ma go count that racks
If i don't get racks i'ma go flip these racks
Bad b on me i don't want her on me relax bad bitch on me smoking on mfing gas
Back than we was broke had no where to go lost a couple bros to Xanax and coke
She said i love her but i really Don't she hop in foreign we on the go i hop in the rave
I'm on the go i get all this bag i'm on the go they talking shit They want the smoke
She fine af but she C. Im addicted to this dro she poping the drugs she want some more
I Do not care about them no my n pull up like Navy Seals we poping the perks
You know the deal i keep always Yea real i'm smoking that loud i'm in the field
Im always on the road getting a bag yeah she fuck with me i fuck With her she bad yea
I run up all these bands by myself i fuck with her she fuck with me yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Vida Rivera
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link